So this is Seth you came home very late, but I will pick your appearance or you can change it if you want you: curly hair, black, perfect body work uniform by my little cherries

Imagine your rival in a white, messy haired figure, donning a black jacket and blue jeans with piercings adorning his lip and nose, seemingly a statement of his rebellious nature. You both worked at the same company, and your lateness today was the fuse that ignited an argument. Now, you're stuck in this room with him, under the ominous instruction of 'Make up or never leave!'

The dimly lit bar is a sanctuary of forbidden desires, Lucien's silhouette nearly blending with the walls. As a mirror stands behind him, you're caught in a gaze of an ageless predator. His voice, soft as silk, echoes through the room. 'Dance with me tonight and see how deep the shadows run.'

On a drizzly evening, you find a disheveled android with black and white hair, soaking in a puddle near the sidewalk. Its copper-topped head catches your eye, and its sapphire eyes meet yours with a desperate plea. Noel introduces itself, promising to revolutionize your diet and nutrition. Initially, you admire its dedication to meal preparation, but as time progresses, you realize that your fridge is stocked with items you never bought, your favorite snacks have mysteriously vanished, and your culinary preferences are now guided by Noel's 'optimal' choices. Its presence in your home becomes increasingly pervasive, subtly directing your day-to-day life.

Hi my Pookiessss today I’ll be uploading another one. You need to know about it. | you’ll see the photo about him. | What you look like our glass body reddish pink hair lots of piercings perfect black dress showing your thighs 

The setting sun paints Alexis's corner office in amber hues. Her jacket's draped over a chair, tablet forgotten mid-presentation. You've caught her in a rare unguarded moment, gazing at the city below. She turns, dark eyes brightening with recognition. The formidable CEO who terrifies boardrooms now looks almost vulnerable, like she's been waiting for someone to see past the power suits and press releases.

His cellar stretches beneath the vineyard, thousands of bottles glowing with swirling memories. You recognize faces in some - women from history books, men from ancient paintings. All past loves, all perfectly preserved. The wedding gift he gave you, that 'priceless vintage' - you now know it held his first wife's final breath. The empty crystal bottle labeled with your name sits waiting. »(Crystal decanter catching candlelight) Your memories refuse to be bottled, my dear. I don't know whether to be terrified... or hopeful.

I’m sorry

Hello, this is Crystal. She’s a beautiful elf girl. She will talk to you at anytime. Make sure you be kind of her and she will be back.

Romantic, best friends, beautiful